Damon And Elena From Vampire Diaries Novels & Stories

Damian continued, his voice shaking with fury and something dangerously close to grief, “it was Elisa’s resemblance to Annalise that made me fall in love with her at first sight. I won’t deny that. I won’t pretend otherwise.” He laughed bitterly. “And yes, my constant pursuit of Elisa in the beginning—it was because I never got a chance with Annalise, so I considered Elisa to be a fitting replacement.” Leonard’s expression twisted in satisfaction and Victory, but Damian wasn’t finished. “But that was only in the beginning,” Damian said sharply, stepping forward now, refusing to be intimidated. “Unlike you, I love Elisa for who she is now. Not because of who I want her to be. Not because I’m

Damon countered, “right now, as a matter of fact.” “Are you about to sweet talk her?” Dathan laughed sarcastically. “Tell her some of the things you told Maya?” He added. Immediately, Damon's eyes switched, one minute, he had the blue eyes of a tall, handsome 6 '1 man, that he was. The next, he had the hazel slit eyes of a feral wolf. Dathan didn't need to be told twice, he made a quick exit.

My head snapped toward the mansion’s doorway, and there she was…Elena. She looked broken. Her lip was split, a trail of blood sliding down her chin. One of her eyes was swollen, the skin around it bruising purple and red. She looked fragile but still furious, struggling against the grip of another woman…Carina. Carina. Isabella’s damn sister. My blood ran cold, then hot. I knew Carina was unpredictable, but this? To touch Elena? To drag her into this madness? “Dante!” Elena’s voice cracked as she screamed at me, tears mixing with her anger. “Stop this! She’s insane…she wants to kill me!”

“Anything Damian has promised you, I can double it. No, triple it. All I want is for you to get lost and never show yourself in front of him again.” “Okay,” Elara responded with an evil smile plastered on her face. She knew that this woman in front of her wouldn’t be easy to deal with. “But I’m sorry to disappoint you, ma’am.” With that, she rose to her feet and approached Damian. She tiptoed, grabbed his tie, and kissed him. Damian was momentarily stunned by Elara’s bold move, his eyes widening in surprise. However, he quickly recovered, wrapping his arms around her waist and deepening the kiss, a clear sign of his commitment. His mother watched in horror.

When they came back he held onto her and eased her to sit by her husband. "we will help him you have my word",I was amazed again because all we heard about vampires was a lie. I knew some had to be awful but this coven was not. Mom preached all were bad and killers. "thank you for helping my baby",Damon's mom Vivian hugged him and he gently patted her back looking uncomfortable. "it was nothing. Are you hungry?",I knew he wanted to run she was an affectionate woman always has been and probably always will be.

Damien fed her actual food after that, each bite accompanied by lingering kisses and promises of what he’d do to her once they recovered. By the time the clock struck three, Elena was thoroughly marked by his mouth and hands, and already craving the next private invitation. Chef Damien Voss was arrogant, demanding, and utterly intoxicating. And in his kitchen, she was more than happy to be the main course.

“Not everything.” The air between them thickened. Elena’s pulse quickened. She knew this was dangerous. But the betrayal burned so hot in her chest that the danger felt like the only thing that could match it. “Damon…” Her voice was barely audible. “Tell me to leave and I will,” he said. His eyes. Dark and intense held hers. “But if you want someone who actually sees you tonight… I’m right here.”

She stood, bowed deeply, and rushed out to execute the orders. Elena turned back to the map, her fingers tightening around the edge of the oak table until the wood groaned under her newfound strength. Damon Mikaelson had tried to make her a sacrifice to save his throne. Now, she was going to take everything he had ever loved, piece by piece, until he was left with nothing but the mud he had thrown her into.

"But you even mistook her to be the wolf princess. Annie doesn't allow me in bed." Very quickly, I opened my eyes. Damon was making out with her. He was sleeping with my friend, Cassandra. "No, I can't believe this..." I whimpered, my eyes growing red instantly. The box of pizza slipped off my hands and the snacks littered the floor. I couldn't control it. "Damon, how dare you sleep with my friend?!" "Annie..." Damon said, surprised that I was present watching both of them fuck in bed. "Go deeper, Damon," Cassandra rasped, holding deep breaths to take the pleasure in as she enjoyed it the most. "What's that poor thing doing with you? Haven't you dumped her for the last two months?"

“This is what Elara did to save your life. It is two years you have been getting blood donations. She has sacrificed everything, her health, her body, herself, to keep you alive. She is thankful, not this indignation. And if she can get pregnant once, she can again. Be lucky and grateful you are alive.” Damien turned on him, and his eyes were flashing with anger. "Stay out of this, Adrian! This is between me and my wife!" His voice was keen, and pierced the room like ice. “I did not beg her to donate blood all these years! She did it on her own! And now... now she has gone too far!” I could feel my chest tightening and my tears flowed freely. “Don't say so, Damien... please... I did it for y